I Can Be A Little Ocd When

Before This Trip And All That She'd Learned About The Three Of Them, She Would Have Gotten Angry Or Changed The Subject. Anything To Obscure The Pain She Felt. Now She Knew Better. You Carried Your Pain With You In Life. There Was No Outrunning It.

Memories Are Who We Are. In The End, That's All The Luggage You Take With You. Love And Memories Are What Last.

Sometimes Holding On Was All You Could Do.

In The Sea Of Grief, There Were Islands Of Grace, Moments In Time When One Could Remember What Was Left Rather Than All That Had Been Lost.

A Daughter Without Her Mother Is A Woman Broken. It Is A Loss That Turns To Arthritis And Settles Deep Into Her Bones.